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Election day. People are heading out to vote in hopes their voices will be heard. They’ll wear their little “I voted” stickers with pride. We’ll all be hopeful tonight that our candidates will win. I’m keeping my fingers crossed we go more blue than red – I did my part in early voting.

In some respects it’s an ordinary Tuesday.

Rainy morning with Lady Gaga and Bradley Cooper singing about not knowing what love is. I’m sitting in the dining room at Monsieur le Baguette’s house. My coffee cup is half empty (or is it half full?), and my work emails have been read. There’s an open book beside me and kids’ toys are strewn in the corner near the bookcase.

This morning he woke up early, went out to vote, and made us both coffee. Then he crawled back in bed next to me. What is it about having someone wrapped around you that’s so comforting? An hour of just laying there, sipping coffee, and pretending neither of us had anything to do.

It was divine.

He finally got up, showered and went to work. I walked down the steps to take my place at the dining room table to do work. The joys of working remotely include not having to get up extra early and shower before going into the office. You have the luxury of taking calls in jammies. At some point, though, you gotta wash off yesterday’s funk. You can imagine my delight when I stepped out of the shower and grabbed a toasty warm towel – he’d turned on the towel warmer for me. Yes, he has a towel warmer. Yes, he knows how to use it. Yes, he’s still thoughtful.

My job is absolute shit. Most days between the hours of 7:00 AM – 6:00 PM I can feel the prickly hint of anxiety right under my skin. On the verge of tears when I walk into the building in the morning. Wanting to walk out of the office and never return. After an incredibly shitty day last week, MlB asked me, “Why are you torturing yourself? You know you’re going to leave. Why wait?” He’s so right. So the search begins and while it seems I’m on the cusp of a panic attack most days, knowing the end is near and the countdown can start makes it much easier.

In the meantime, I have these moments with him which make the days far better than they could be. A random weekday sleepover. A FaceTime breakfast on a Saturday morning while one of his daughters introduces me to every single stuffed animal in his house. A goodnight text with the emoji kissy face.

Today I’ll remain stationed at the dining room table until he comes home to me. We’ll head off into the city for date night. We’ll fall asleep next to each other.